Climb aboard the Hogwart's Express as it rolls out of Victoria Station in the year 1938. Clouds of war loom over Europe, but shadows of another kind descend upon England's premiere school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Exploding Snaps and Chocolate Frogs included.
Climb aboard the Hogwart's Express as it rolls out of Victoria Station in the year 1938. Clouds of war loom over Europe, but shadows of another kind descend upon England's premiere school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Exploding Snaps and Chocolate Frogs included.
You were making your way back from a mission deep in enemy territory when you got the word. The Germans had begun a massive offensive and have the 101st airborne surrounded in a town named Bastogne. You've got new orders, make for Bastogne, and do what you can to relieve the 101st.
You've done plenty of work out of the country and you've run against government installations. The list of what you won't do gets shorter with each run, and getting in, doing the job, and getting out hasn't been a problem yet. But to deny that this assignment has a little bit of a twist with its culture shock and size would be foolish, which is probably why you keep asking yourself, "Why Nairobi, and why is the team so big?"
You've done plenty of work out of the country and you've run against government installations. The list of what you won't do gets shorter with each run, and getting in, doing the job, and getting out hasn't been a problem yet. But to deny that this assignment has a little bit of a twist with its culture shock and size would be foolish, which is probably why you keep asking yourself, "Why Nairobi, and why is the team so big?"
The worst coterie of Kindred in the sorriest excuse for a Domain are called together to solve This Week's Big Mystery. This is an extremely non-serious event (seriously!), so bring your one-liners ("Fashion, maybe you've heard of it."), comic timing ("Hospitality? Let's make coffee!"), trivia ("The average dolphin is 8' and 165 lbs. Maybe that did it."), sterotypes ("Shut up, thilly, I'm DARK."), and bad accents ("Zat wahn? Naw! Zee OZZA wahn!")
The worst coterie of Kindred in the sorriest excuse for a Domain are called together to solve This Week's Big Mystery. This is an extremely non-serious event (seriously!), so bring your one-liners ("Fashion, maybe you've heard of it."), comic timing ("Hospitality? Let's make coffee!"), trivia ("The average dolphin is 8' and 165 lbs. Maybe that did it."), sterotypes ("Shut up, thilly, I'm DARK."), and bad accents ("Zat wahn? Naw! Zee OZZA wahn!")
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."